I keep my kings in the back row, but I will taste my glory
Their crowns lined up, they look so good
Gold medals are rare here and silver straight up dominates
As my skin gets thinner, my body gets cold
Get down or dodge blankets of bullets, oh you know how opportunity seems to never stay on its feet
The sky falls as chemicals react, I guess ill wait in line for this one
The victims will come back for their revenge with a motive and a truck full of motivation
This ships the first to sing while it's the last to go down drowning
I keep my kings in the back row, but I will taste my glory
Their crowns lined up, they look so good